SKINT**

I'm struggling, only on a quiet though
See I'm struggling, but only on a quiet note
In love with juggling
Stuck in the hustle and bustle, lads
Work so hard to feel the gravel and the rubble
But guess what, yo? Guess what?
I'm skint
Not even a little bit, I'm talking flat on my face
Geezer man, I'm skint
Until my phone rings I'll be praying for a saving grace
Fella, I'm skint
Just paid me phone bill
Just gave me 'mam some money
Man these bills come at will geezer
Man, I'm skint
So broke, yeah
It stinks
Hey
Feeling the burn in my pocket
Shenanigans came and shenanigans rocketed
Now all you can is claim
All of me wallet
It's came to Tuesday
Not fans of any profit
Feeling gothical now
I've bluddy gone all of me pals
And now me brother is asking me for rent for this sofa
I surf on that, I dare to call my bed
Back on the roads again
No we can't call no friends
Lads all struggling to make ends meet
Putting up these (?) while they cannot sell the weed, man
I was in my old Calvins
What are these fees that are mounting up mate?
I mean, it's mountain of stress
And it's hard when depressed
It's thin when you're losing hopes of success
I'm skint
Not even a little bit, I'm talking flat on my face
Geezer man, I'm skint
Until my phone rings I'll be praying for a saving grace
Fella, I'm skint
Just paid me phone bill
Just gave me 'mam some money
Man these bills come at will, geezer
Man, I'm skint
So broke, yeah
It stinks
I'm skint
Not even a little bit, I'm talking flat on my face
Geezer man, I'm skint
Until my phone rings I'll be praying for a saving grace
Fella, I'm skint
Just paid me phone bill
Just gave me 'mam some money
Man these bills come at will, geezer
Man, I'm skint
So broke, yeah
It stinks
Hey